A new day. A new chance to succeed.
A too early morning. Muzzy and groping for clarity. I have tasks I want to do later, when the world wakes up.
In the meantime, I have my routine to follow. A simple path. Like the line in the middle of the highway on a foggy night. Surrounded by shadows. Only flashes of light in passing.
Some mornings are like this. Slow. Lethargic. Tangled in night's shadows.
But they pass into brightness eventually.
May your morning pass into brightness #today
filled with dire portents
dark cloud on the horizon
or maybe just snow
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A new day. A new chance to succeed.
A day to check in with myself.
I'm in a swirl of projects. Some reaching fruition, some about to swing into high gear. Surrounded by moving parts, many of them positive.
It's easy to get caught up in them. Swept along.
But I still need to chop wood and carry water.
I say that a lot to remind myself that the mundane reality is the core. Doing what needs doing each day allows for tomorrow.
May your wood be plentiful and your water clean #today
an avalanche starts
when just a single snowflake
falls on a mountain
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A new day. A new chance to succeed.
Going through my morning routine, I found holes in yesterday. Things I thought I'd done, weren't.
That's the thing about routine. Step off the path and it's easy to lose track. Tasks get skipped.
I've been off the track already this morning, anxious to check status on a new project in progress, but reined in my meander to start at the beginning.
Sometimes that's all it takes. A moment to stop and start again.
May your restarts all be fruitful #today
wish upon a star
keep your feet upon the ground
much better traction
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A new day. A new chance to succeed.
A dental day. Should be low key. I like my dentist and hygienist. They take good care of me.
But there's still the scared 8 year old inside me remembering the traumas he had in the chair. Back when you had to rinse with a little paper cup in a metal holder and spit into a tiny swirling drain.
Funny how what happens in one's first decade can still haunt the seventh.
May your ghosts all be benign #today
